Sometimes I Pretend To Be My Old Self—And I Stink At It!

Saturday night, Rory and I left Emmett with a friend and went out to dinner like grown-ups. Eating pasta and pizza and finishing a bottle of red wine in our sleep-deprived haze, I think we almost felt like our pre-baby selves.

Then everything fell apart.

After dinner we met up with friends at a bar, and I could barely keep my eyes open. I didn't want to walk to a second bar, I didn't want a second beer, and I certainly didn't want to do an oversize shot of tequila. (I passed it on to the birthday boy.) All I wanted was to bring my baby home and crawl into bed. It took every ounce of strength I had to make small talk until 11:30 p.m.

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Last night I had some girlfriends over for dinner and Rory took care of bedtime. At 10 p.m. one new-mama friend called it a night; the other left by 10:45. At midnight I finally had to kick out the last two friends (neither of whom have babies). "I HAVE to go to bed," I announced. It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying their company. It's just that being up past midnight on a weeknight (or any night, really) is not something I'm good at any more!

Sometimes I try to act like Old Kim in New Kim's life. I don't think I'm putting up a very convincing act. **sigh**